Accordions & Tabs

”Lorem”
Would you censor the Venus de Venus just because you can see her spewers? Good man. Nixon’s pro-war and pro-family. Bender, this is Fry’s decision… and he made it wrong. So it’s time for us to interfere in his life.
”Ipsum”
Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg ‘fixes’ it… then perhaps gifts! Then throw her in the laundry room, which will hereafter be referred to as “the brig”. Or a guy who burns down a bar for the insurance money!
”Dolor”
Large bet on myself in round one. Would you censor the Venus de Venus just because you can see her spewers? We don’t have a brig. Is that a cooking show? Wow! A superpowers drug you can just rub onto your skin? You’d think it would be something you’d have to freebase.
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Tabs

File not found. Michelle, I don’t regret this, but I both rue and lament it. And I’m his friend Jesus. We don’t have a brig. And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab?
You guys realize you live in a sewer, right? If rubbin’ frozen dirt in your crotch is wrong, hey I don’t wanna be right. One hundred dollars.
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Mini Tabs

You won’t have time for sleeping, soldier, not with all the bed making you’ll be doing. Hey, tell me something. You’ve got all this money. How come you always dress like you’re doing your laundry? Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive! Also, we’re dying! Good man. Nixon’s pro-war and pro-family. Leela, Bender, we’re going grave robbing. And I’m his friend Jesus.
Ah, yes! John Quincy Adding Machine. He struck a chord with the voters when he pledged not to go on a killing spree. Can I use the gun? Stop! Don’t shoot fire stick in space canoe! Cause explosive decompression! I didn’t ask for a completely reasonable excuse! I asked you to get busy! Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd. Bender, hurry! This fuel’s expensive! Also, we’re dying!
Soothe us with sweet lies. It’s toe-tappingly tragic! For the last time, I don’t like lilacs! Your ‘first’ wife was the one who liked lilacs!
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Pills

Can I use the gun? You can see how I lived before I met you. It must be wonderful. You, a bobsleder!? That I’d like to see! Enough about your promiscuous mother, Hermes! We have bigger problems. And I’m his friend Jesus.
Interesting. No, wait, the other thing: tedious. Come, Comrade Bender! We must take to the streets! It’s toe-tappingly tragic! For example, if you killed your grandfather, you’d cease to exist! And why did ‘I’ have to take a cab?
Is that a cooking show? Why am I sticky and naked? Did I miss something fun? Bender, being God isn’t easy. If you do too much, people get dependent on you, and if you do nothing, they lose hope. You have to use a light touch. Like a safecracker, or a pickpocket. Enough about your promiscuous mother, Hermes! We have bigger problems. File not found.
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Tabs on the left

Would you censor the Venus de Venus just because you can see her spewers? One hundred dollars. It must be wonderful. For one beautiful night I knew what it was like to be a grandmother. Subjugated, yet honored. Alright, let’s mafia things up a bit. Joey, burn down the ship. Clamps, burn down the crew. I didn’t ask for a completely reasonable excuse! I asked you to get busy!
Ooh, name it after me! All I want is to be a monkey of moderate intelligence who wears a suit… that’s why I’m transferring to business school! Hi, I’m a naughty nurse, and I really need someone to talk to. $9.95 a minute.
Enough about your promiscuous mother, Hermes! We have bigger problems. Kif, I have mated with a woman. Inform the men. Oh, how I wish I could believe or understand that! There’s only one reasonable course of action now: kill Flexo! But, like most politicians, he promised more than he could deliver. What’s with you kids? Every other day it’s food, food, food. Alright, I’ll get you some stupid food. It’s toe-tappingly tragic!
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